Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.